We wandered blind through endless night,
chasing echoes, seeking light, in the silence
in the storm.

We heard the whisper, felt the form.
The question burned,
the answer hid in every breath,
in every lid,
of sleeping eyes that dreamer
the same a single note without
a name.

And then the evil began to part,
a trembling in the hearts of hearts.

We brushed the string that never fades.
The chord awoke in golden cascades.
It rang through time, it filled the skies.
The lost is found, the seeker dies.

In the finding we are one.
The journey ends where it begun.
The eternal note,
the perfect sound resounds
forever all around.

No more the hunger,
no more the cry.
The river flows.

The self runs dry, into the ocean
vast and wive,
where every wave is reconciled.

We touches the flame that never burns,
We spoket the word, the soul returns.

In every color, every hur,
the chord is me
the chord is you,
and in that moment time
stood still.
The searching heart drank its fill.

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Återger originaltexten här vars upphovsman
is "Beyond the lost chord" 2026 which is a tribute
record to Moody blues masterpeace "In search
of the lost chord" 1968.



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